Monday, April 5, 2010

My Little Red Rocking Chair.... Part 1

"Don't touch that!" I heard my Big Guy tell one of his friends one day. "She loves that chair because she has had it since she was a little girl." I realized that they were talking about my little red rocking chair. I don't have many things from childhood, but this is one thing that I do have that is mine.

Originally this rocking chair had a cane bottom to it, but through wear and tear it had to be removed. My Dad cut this piece of board and nailed it into the bottom so I could still play with my cherished chair.

Although you might only see a rocking chair, it was so much more to me. Of course you could sit and rock or read books or even watch television (all 2 major stations), but that is limiting the possibilities. If you rock fast enough it would scoot across the floor which meant my sister and I could rock at the same time in our own rocking chairs having races.

I flipped my chair over and would sit inside the back runners and it would become a car. Turn around and it could be a spaceship. If you sit on top of it, it could be a horse for playing cowboys and indians. Surprised? I had two boy cousins right next door and that was their absolute favorite game!

Throw a blanket over my chair and we could have a house for our Barbies. I was not a big Barbie girl, but my sister wanted to play sometimes. (We also would build houses out of cinder blocks, but that is another post.)

My boys have laughed and laughed at my stories. Not because they think they are funny, but because they think I am pitiful! Who only has a television with 2 major stations?!? Ha!

I have had this rocking chair with me since I moved out of my childhood home. It has moved with me everywhere I have gone. Recently, I decided that I wanted to do something for my sweet little red rocking chair.

I am going to give it a little refinishing. I have been thinking about it for a few years. I thought about asking someone else to refinish it for me, but I decided that I wouldn't trust anyone else with my treasure. If someone was going to do it then it was going to be me.